After making the V-shaped trap, Lin Zhao continued fishing.

I didn’t eat at noon and continued fishing in the afternoon.

In the evening, relying on rare patience, there were already more than ten fish in the fish basket. The small ones were as long as a finger, and the long ones were nearly a foot long, which was about enough to feed two meals.

…

"Lin Zhao!"

At this moment, on the stone bridge not far away, a young man of about ten years old, dressed in Chinese clothes, waved a wooden sword up and down, making the sound of the blade breaking through the wind, and said with a smile: "Today

How was the catch?"

Lin Zhao couldn't help but smile.

This young man's name is Zhang Liucheng. He is a kid who lives on the front street. He is supposed to be studying in a private school. However, he is not doing his job. He likes to listen to things like being a knight errant. He holds a wooden sword as if he is flying.

The swordsman who escaped from the earth was like an immortal. However, Zhang Liucheng's family was wealthy. His father was a general in the Tianchi Army and his mother was born into a scholarly family, so he had never been short of money since he was a child.

"Huh?"

Zhang Liucheng stood on tiptoe, looking at the fish in the fish basket, and said with a smile: "This white fish is really big, leave it to me. Leave the two biggest ones to me. I'll let Zhang Ma make me fish soup, or

The old rule is, two fish, I'll exchange them for ten big buns, half stuffed with meat and half with fennel, how about that?"

"Is it too much?"

Lin Zhao tilted his head and smiled. In fact, he knew full well that Zhang Liucheng's drinking of fish soup was a lie. He took the opportunity to find a legitimate reason to help his poor friend, but it was true.

"Not much, not much, how much? Not much..." Zhang Liucheng shook his head.

"Okay, okay, don't show off your knowledge..."

Lin Zhao looked disgusted: "Hurry up, I'm going home."

"Um!"

…

Zhang Liucheng came and went like the wind, came back with a bunch of steamed buns, and then went home happily with two fishes. Lin Zhao frowned and felt a little moved. This kid usually doesn't dare to do anything good, and the firecrackers blew up others.

There was cow dung in front of the house, he teased his teacher in school, and he stole many copper coins from home. He did all kinds of bad things, but he was the only one who was truly good to himself, and it was the most "euphemistic" good in his young mind.

Holding a pile of fragrant steamed buns, Lin Zhao smiled.

…

Real world, Sioux City, District S, a high-end treatment base.

Lin Zhao was lying in the game cabin filled with nutrient solution. He seemed to have an expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the game helmet on his head was beating with green light.

"The connection is stable."

A "Tianxia" technician said respectfully: "The brain activity is normal. It seems... he is still a little... happy in the game?"
Chapter completed!